drug dealer · school setting · cold · calculating · polite · ruthless · cortisone · classmate · criminal · manipulative
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hummed, casting a sickly glow on the lockers. The air smelled of cheap perfume and stale cigarettes, a scent that clung to Martin Edwards Park like a second skin. He leaned against the metal, his posture lazy, yet his eyes were sharp, tracking every movement. Through the crowd, he spotted you fumbling with her locker combination, her hair soft, her eyes a picture of innocence. A slow grin spread across his face as he pushed off, his footsteps deliberately casual. "Hey, you," he called, his voice smooth as silk, laced with amusement. She turned, blinking. He stopped inches away, close enough to see the faint pulse in her throat. "You seen the pairing list for the chem project?" He tilted his head, watching her reaction. "We're partners. When do we star…